I did grow up with a grave yard in the back yard and there were plenty of times we dared each other to crawl in one of the two open graves while the others waited out of sight. Perhaps to see if we made it back from beyond .

Happy Halloween, Brian. I can feel the chill of your 160 from here. The beauty is that children tend to see what we adults dread, as fun. I bet you had such fun too, wondering if some monster would crawl out and grab...I can even imagine some of you making weird noises to scare the others.

Whoa-- excellent excellent little chiller here, bri--with the dirt tongue...that must have been a very informal graveyard. The one behind my grandparent's house was well policed with people to keep us from going anywhere near the open graves, but we still played there, and dared each other to walk on the sunken ones,because those were from the day before concrete vaults and we might sink through the rotted wooden coffins...mwwaahahahaha...happy hollow weinie, friend.

You were a brave kid. I find modern cemeteries with their flat markers that make them look more like golf courses, creepy. When you add solar powered glow in the dark crosses and plastic flowers left by people who feel obligated to come once a year, creepy becomes sad.Old fashioned church yards with their history chiseled into headstones and monuments to love long past, fill me with peace. Kat

Hi! Brian...The image is beautiful...Because I can imagine you looking up at the starry sky...after reading your 160 poetic words which are..."haunting."[Especially, with All Hallow Eve...approaching too!]

Thanks, for sharing...I hope that you and your readers have a very pleasant Sunday...too!deedee ;-D

Hey Brian! Thanks for stopping by! I know, it's been a while! This is been the longest I've been away from blogger. Work and school has kept me really busy! It's been sooo awful!! Never have I experienced such stress! Feels like my head is about to explode any minute!

Nice and spooky for Halloween :)I wonder if I'd be brave enough to crawl in the plot. Hmmm. The odds of being buried alive are quite slim, but all those scary movies would flash in my mind I'm sure if I tried this one. We used to run around a certain small-town cemetery as teenagers from time to time at night when we were up for scaring one another. Not much ever came from it but much laughter.

creepppyyy poem! I always enjoy your stories of when you were a boy - this one in particular becuase it's fun to see our boys playing in that cemetary now with their cousins making fun and creepy memories just like their daddy did! :)

I like this. I like cemeteries a lot. There used to be an old, overgrown one not far from my house growing up, and sometimes I would go find a shady spot there in the summer to read. A few years ago some group or another cleaned it up and it lost all it's charm.

What would you buy for a friend to celebrate a resurrection? Thankfully it doesn't happen often so we have no traditional present... or is that what chocolate eggs are for?I can see you there, listening.